Callous
Every tiny things matter in a young world,
and then with callous eyes, he is used to pick
days and nights as they pass him, as they pass beyond.
Sometimes he panics, fears that she'll go away
and he won't feel any ache, just be watching her
moving away, erasing; looking at the place
where she has been seen last; with covert anger.
A tiny butterfly flies, in and out, in and...
the patch of rain raises smells, smells of musty dusk.
The callous eyes follow the hands clutching heart
where past is blending in pains and agonies.
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
She can and she can't
Stones, bricks and concrete, dead woods, metals embrace her;
it is an apartment with dusty cheap nameplates
where she searches, an address for her freedom.
The answering machine, after a shrill beep, whines;
with water kept running, she ignores messages.
A moon on the window dives amid high-rises.
The measures of freedom was being eaten by
the little fledglings who are chirping on the tree.
The tree is rooted to the city and lonely.
Voices like these sink in the sound of shower.
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
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As usual, very well done, dear Poddar! :-)
Blessings and best wishes - S.
"The measures of freedom was being eaten by
the little fledglings who are chirping on the tree.
The tree is rooted to the city and lonely.
Voices like these sink in the sound of shower."
so nice kushalji.good going indeed
To extraordinary perspective pieces Poddar. I like the rhythm and lilting of this line: Voices like these sink in the sound of shower.
"moving away, erasing; looking at the place
where she has been seen last;"
This, in my opinion, is brilliant as are both poems, Kushal.
wondrous~exotic flare to this poetic~
Thank you for posting to GutterGirls~
Very good job. Is she depressed in the last one?
I love the way you use words. "The tree is rooted to the city and lonely." That's great!
Well done my friend. This is beautiful.
I like you comparison between the woman and the tree in your second poem.
Thank you for posting to The Surreal Circus.
so subtly stated the quiet despair of these two individuals, so many feel the same.
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Thank you Kathryn.
I love the way you paint a picture with your words. Very nicely done.
Nice.
Exquisite lines in both beautiful poems, thanks Poddar.
very nicely done!
"Every tiny thing matters..." great intro. It is definitely not you with unfeeling eyes as you tend to make us feel your work...enjoyed...thanks
Thanks very much for the lovely poem today, Poddar.
Did you know that my group, Anythingwriting is up and running on moderation again?
If you haven't posted anything lately to my group, please do so again, so I can continue to read and comment on your great work.
Hugs, A.
thanks
depressed?!
The somber ache of distance and making distance between weary hearts. Working the fabric, nicely so with these pieces Kushal.
These resonate, Kushal and as John says, both are brilliant. Thank you for posting to our group. Hugs.
10 stars for you. always great to read your poems
Wonderful works and pulling at my emotions. I love how you set a tone with your words. Well done. Peace
Nice words choice my friend; and lol I was chasing butterflies today. Trying to get their photos to no avail. I was lounging on the river:
http://www.gather.com/viewVideo.action?id=11821949021889101
:+)
A common thread in both poems seems focused on the economic difficulties and stress on a relationship it brings to married life.
Wonderful as always
Thanks for posting to Writing Reservoir
Different yet similar degrees of loneliness and despair. Callous eyes. I like that expression. The view of someone who's seen too much. Great writing.
You write in a way that I cannot.